My granddaddy had this saying he’d always tell me, I’ve actually never heard another soul say the same words. Maybe you have? Anyhow, we’d be walking across his land in Pollocksville, NC, pointing towards his tobacco barn and he’d look at me squarely and say “Boy. An axe ain’t no good without a temper.” Difficult words coming from a man who was quick to raise his fist in anger. . Those sort of words shaped me. For a real long time I was out to kick the worlds butt and I sure wasn’t gonna let another man step on my toes. But now 34 years into this dance I can squarely say I ain’t ever gonna say those sort of words to my son if I’m blessed with one. I wanna teach my son that life is sweetest when your hands are open. . That sweet life is for me is running down a dirt road with a hound hot on your tail, smiling all the while. Leave the axes in the barn y’all. You can’t keep your heart soft and open if it’s always on your shoulder.